It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.

Is this what it means to go back to square one? Most likely. He had nothing left to lose, other than his life.

Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.